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Ophelia Joins Our Family

 

After Winston went to the Rainbow Bridge, Ophelia joined our family.  At this time Sydney was eleven. He hated Ophelia for the first three months.  There were times that I wondered if we’d made the right decision in bringing her into our lives,,,there were many times I had that thought.

It’s hard for me to write about Miss O.  She’s been at the Bridge now for eight months, but I still miss her everyday.

 

Miss O with her favorite toy.

Ophelia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ophelia was our first girl basset hound.  She came to us with a bundle of attitude, which she had until the day she left us.   What a little princess she was, from her nose to the tip of her tail.  She ruled our hearts with a sometimes not so velvet paw.

Ophelia never asked for attention. She simply waited for the attention to come to her.   Ophelia and Sydney loved going camping.  At that time we had a motorhome.  We bought a long ramp so the two of them could go in and out as they pleased.  We also had a portable fence we set up around our site.

 

Ophelia with my niece Kate. Kate is now 14.

Kate and Ophelia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walking them always attracted attention.  Kids adored them, and they adored kids.

When Miss O was diagnosed with anal cancer it broke our hearts.  We had her with us another seven months.  Her body left as a ten, way too young. but her spirit remains.

 

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Sydney

 

Sydney Albert Beauregard, son of Winston, came into our lives at eight weeks of age.  Syd doubled the love, and doubled the mischief.  What Winston couldn’t think of, Sydney could and did.  I’d need a full page to list the items destroyed by those two.

Wow, did they like to play, a little rough at times.  You’d think they were tearing each other up. And sometimes play did turn into a squabble.

We spent many great times traveling with them in the motorhome.  They always attracted attention wherever we went.  Kids loved them and they loved kids.

A trip to Oregon first time out with Sydney. He was still quite young and chewing on everything.  In the California redwoods, he chewed on a pine cone.  One of the sharp bits somehow got into the soft tissue of his mouth. He became a very sick little guy and had to spend the night in doggie ER in Salem, Oregon.

When we arrived home, the bit of pine cone traveled to the top of his head. He sprouted a mound that looked like a unicorn horn.  When Winston bumped into it, it exploded in a mass of puss and blood.  Another trip to vet, this time ours.

With the sore cleaned and flushed, it healed and everything went well.

In the photo Syd is wearing my husbands Oregon State University hat.

When cancer took Winston from us at 12 years of age, Ophelia came into our lives.  At the time Syd was eleven.  He despised Ophelia for the first three months they were together.

Lady Shakespeare’s Ophelia’s story will be next.

Below is Winston and Sydney.

 

 

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How my love affair with basset hounds began.

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I’ve always had pets. The earliest dog I remember is Curly, a spaniel mix.  When Jeff and I married we had  Linus, Woodstock and Gus. There have been cats too.  We fell in love with Manx cats when good friends gave us one from a litter. But I’ve never been so totally owned by a dog until basset hounds came into my life.

Winston was a birthday gift to me from my husband. At that time I knew next to nothing about basset hounds.  I simply thought basset hound puppies were the most adorable creatures, with their long ears, beautiful brown eyes and comical way of moving. And yes, Winston was all that.  He was also stubborn, opinionated and ruled by his nose.  I loved him dearly.

I remember him sitting in the front yard and howling because somewhere in the ten or so miles, or even more area surrounding us a female was in heat.

Plans were made right after for neutering.

The day before the scheduled procedure I was walking Winston when a pickup pulled up beside us. A guy rolled down the window and asked,”Do you want to put a smile on that dog’s face?”

It seems he was looking for a male to mate his basset, Dolly with.  This was before I became involved with basset hound rescue and became aware of back yard breeding.

I agreed to wait for a short while before having Winston altered.

Dolly’s mama came to the house, looked over Winston and agreed he was a very handsome fellow. As if I had any doubts.

The time came for Winston to do the deed.  For awhile there was some doubt that it would an accomplished fact.  Winston seemed more interested in exploring the ayrd and marking his territory.

Dolly took things in hand, gained his interest, and a few months afterward, six basset hound puppies came into the world.

We’d agreed to take the pick of the litter.

It was wonderful watching the pups grow.  We’d go to visit, play with them, and then go home. It was like being a fantastic aunt.

It became time to make our choice. An almost impossible decision.  Al the pups were to be in the running, but the little girl of the family had fallen in love with one of them and Jeff and I both knew that little female pup was off limits.

We let the pup choose us.  That is how Sydney came into our hearts.